Send ‘rough Touch’

character development asks.

1: Which is worse, failing or never trying?

2: Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing?

3: If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?

4: Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?

5: If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?

6: Would you break the law to save a loved one?

7: Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?

8: Do you push the elevator button more than once?  Do you really believe it makes the elevator faster?

9: Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?

10: If you just won a million dollars, would you quit your job?

11: If we learn from our mistakes, why are we always so afraid to make a mistake?

12: What would you do differently if you knew nobody would judge you?

13: What do you love?  Have any of your recent actions openly expressed this love?

14: If you were stranded on a desert island, what three items would you want to have with you?

15: If you had a time machine that would work only once, what point in the future or in history would you visit? Why?

Break my muse. Make them cry. Make them feel alone. Make them feel worthless. You now have full permission to go into my asks and terrorize them

Callisto /kəˈlɪstoʊ/ is the second-largest moon of Jupiter, after Ganymede. It is the third-largest moon in the Solar System and the largest object in the Solar System not to be properly differentiated.

Callisto did their best to squeeze Gaster back, but they weren’t too strong. Besides, he was letting them down now, anyways. They stumbled back a bit dizzily, still laughing.

“That’s okay, I do too,” they huffed. Their cheeks were a little sore from smiling so hard, too, and their stomach ached from the laughter, though both feelings were pleasant. They hadn’t smiled so hard in awhile either.

“I’m excited, though! I didn’t think anyone would take me seriously.” They rock on their heels, standing straighter than they had before. Pride was swelling in their chest; it seemed that despite their many shortcomings when it came to science, they had finally thought up something brilliant.

“Well if we are friends then consider a token of friendship!” 

It had been ages since so much hope had flourished within the ancient monster; a child’s laughter had never been sweeter, and his cheeks had never been so sore from grinning. 

A while had passed since Gaster last received a hug as well. Eventually his circling steps slowed until he was left standing still. He squeezed the child tightly, hoping that such a simple act as an embrace could convey his gratitude. “Thank you so much, dear Callisto.”

After a moment he set them down. Gaster was no less ecstatic but for Callisto’s sake he thought it best to put them down before he spun the both of them into the river. 

One of many hovering hands patted their head affectionately. “I hope I didn’t dizzy you too much,” He commented wryly, “I tend to get caught up in the excitement of things.”

Callisto had simply been straightening up their room, making sure things were in their proper places, when they caught the scent of Toriel’s baking. Whatever the gentle-hearted boss monster was making… It smelled absolutely delightful. Naturally, Callisto was curious.

Not one to leave much unfinished, though, they quickly straightened their bedcovers–the final touch to make their room utterly spotless–and quietly pushed open their door to go investigate the kitchen. Their socked feet made a soft sound on the floor, hardly noticeable. Callisto was a pretty quite kid, anyway.

They entered the main room just outside of the kitchen, only to find it completely dark, save a bit of fire magic in the palm of Toriel’s paw.

“Toriel? What’s going on?” If they were going to be honest, they were a little nervous. The shadows cast a bit of a menacing look on the monster that’d been their caretaker for the last few weeks.

@curiositics

Toriel let her paws drop. Finally, she was done. Callisto had only mentioned their birthday in passing, but Toriel knoew that children enjoyed ecelbrating something which was truly theirs- a birthday. She had just finished the decorations, and went to go check on the cake she had baked.

Cakes were not Toriel’s speciality. She pulled out a tray with the cake base, and got out the icing that would go on it. 

‘Everyone likes vanilla, do that not?’ she asked herself. The spiders had given her this recipe; it was the only recipe they had that wasn’t spider based. Thankfully, no spiders at all were needed for Callisto’s cake. She pulled out a spoon from a drawer and began to put the icing on the cake. Toriel chuckled to herself- she was really ‘caking’ it on.

She finished pretty quickly and slipped the cake onto a large, cracked plate. Carefully, she took it out into the living room, and placed it on the table. She swore she could hear a door creaking, so she quickly extinguished the lights in the room and lit a single, small magic fire above one of her paw-fingers.

northern downpour // panic! at the disco

“:>”

A few hours before that, I happened upon a cute little used bookstore near Union Square. I somehow managed to not buy anything only to pass the Strand not long after…

WHEN YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR ART WAS FFLIPPED THE WRONG WAY WHEN U LINED IT AND NOW ITS FUCKED UP AND YOU HAVE TO REDO IT

My muse is sick, and won’t admit it. Send “You need to rest.” for their reaction.